Introspection House Poems

Breathe deeply my legacy,
My mysterious abandonments
My asylums of the dead.
So many forgotten dwellings
Now boarded up and cold.
I once wore them and shed them
Like snakeskins.
All these...

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I sit …

unusually still
car parked in the driveway 
engine off
home again, jiggity-jog
but I don’t reach for a handle
I soak a moment
in silent twilight, breathing
old leaves...

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I'm your villain,
And I guess that's okay.
You might never understand 
How much I looked up to you.
You probably can't understand
Why I don't remember your name.
It...

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Jack built a magnificent house
Filled it with objects of beauty 
But in it he yet felt lonely
So he bought a dog
As a companion 
It still...

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Sandbagged the walls to
insulate sound
Mercy Oh humbled men
who are mercy Bound
trumpeted muses amongest
the fray
wine drunked night
a sun filled day
Extrudtions of evening past
Scoria pumice
must you ask
then...

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I walked the same path I had always walked,
but the flowers and the bushes were changed
The birds had stopped singing, the woods became dark,
and my...

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House of hunger
The parents joined 
A ponzi scheme...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I remember all my houses.
I relive all my homes.
I conjure, cottage conscious,
my dreamscape flickering poems.

I easily abide the dream doctrine.
I rub grainy textures, 
the memory...

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Illusion in this house of the mind -
a kitchen drawer that one can find.
Lost things will roar in this Junk Drawer,
lots more than anyone ought...

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I see an old house alone on the plains,
abandoned a century or more,
wood siding faded to a chalky gray,
with rotting planks nailed right across the...

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Do you remember the house by the lake?
The house that was always filled
with a thousand good times,
a house that never saw a tear
nor heard a...

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I am but a slave among lives hidden features
Who cares what I crave midst these two-legged creatures
I crave superb polish and fine furniture wax
Extremely strong...

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I - this vacant building, dilapidated by years and cold inadvertence.

    Obscurities dance in my eaves, ravenous belfry bats, scouring dusk -

...

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there is a me in here
…                   ...

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